The Lady feels the image enter her mind.

"Oh, that's cheating," she says. "I can remember this place if I wish. Okay, I'm going to try to focus on YOUR memory of the place, and not mine."

She concentrates on Stocky's image, and disappears in a shower of blue sparkles.

Stocky shrugs.

"I can't guarantee any of the other places I remember still exist," He remarks to the sparkles.

The Lady successfully makes the teleport, then almost immediately proceeds to pratfall as she lands on a root that she would almost swear wasn't there the last time.

A disdainful snort is better than an angry growl. Enver stops, not wanting to irritate the invisible bear with undue repetition.

He quietly observes everything else that's going on.

Ginger smiles. "That worked pretty well, it seems. Let me try something else." She holds out her hand and focuses her mind on the fire, attempting to use her Influence of Earthly Forces power to gather a small ball of flame in front of her palm (but not so near as to burn, of course), then extinguish it after a few seconds.

"Wonderful," the Lady mutters, picking herself up and brushing herself off. "Well, at least I know it works!"

She disappears and reappears in the camp, near the Kid.

"That's one power down. I'll save the others for later. One is rather personal, and the other somewhat painful."

The kid leans back against a tree, brows furrowed. He sips his beer, and watches their host.

A bit of the fire floats up to her hand, forming a ball. She does feel a slight sense of heat on her palm, but not as much as she might expect. The ball of fire soon winks out.

"Brilliant!" Ginger exclaims with glee. "Well, we need to figure out what we're going to do. I'm with The Lady in wanting to find a city, but I don't like the idea of traveling through the forest at night. Maybe we stay here until morning?"

"Well, being as the city is several days away, we'll end up spending at least a few nights still in the forest either way," Stocky says. "Is there an inn or trading post nearby, perhaps on the road into the city?"

Enver quietly listens to the discussion. He has no idea where the road, or any inns or trading posts, are - so he waits to see if their host will provide any useful information.

The kid closes his eyes and lets the conversation roll over him. With his barriers up, the world feels much safer.

"Beorn! Any advice for heading to the city?"

Enver's eyes are heavy. He quietly begins to doze.

Ginger sits with her chin in her hands, and as mankind has done since time immemorial, she gazes into the fire, allowing her thoughts to drift away. But before they leave her completely, one thought points out that she might fall into Mystic Vision by accident in this state, and she quickly forces herself to snap back into full consciousness.